Chris Ewan:Safe House : -
- pocketboek 2014, ISBN: 9780571282210
RockBench Publishing Corp., 2014-10-11. Paperback. Very Good. 0.5000 in x 7.9000 in x 5.3000 in., RockBench Publishing Corp., 2014-10-11, 3, Based on the Disney Channel series, Andi Mac… Meer...
RockBench Publishing Corp., 2014-10-11. Paperback. Very Good. 0.5000 in x 7.9000 in x 5.3000 in., RockBench Publishing Corp., 2014-10-11, 3, Based on the Disney Channel series, Andi Mack, this 192-page original novel will extend the world and story of the hit show.When Bex takes Andi to her first-ever music festival, things do not go as planned. First, Bex's motorcycle gets a flat tire on the way there, then her wallet goes missing. Not to mention, Andie's BBFSs are mad at her for going to the festival without them.Will the trip be a disaster, or can Andi turn things around and make the festival a weekend to remember?, 6, USA.: Belmont Books., 1968. 156 pages. "Hell rasiers of hte Blitzkreig. Men who met the brunt of the 1940 Blitzkreig which brought France to a collapse in 40 days. Men who first developed the modern aerial strategy which changed the lone wolf to a team fighter. Men to whom flying became a business for professional killers. who learned to live with the finality of Death and the missing places among their ranks. Men who would defy authority. experiment with daring new strategy. Men with guts, stamina and skill. Bold men not afraid to die in a bloody war above the clouds." >> VG copy, but with writing on covers & corner creases on bottom right cover, thus "Good" copy. Still great as a cheap reading copy. Size: 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" Tall.. First Edition By This Publisher.. Soft Cover. Good. Paperback., Belmont Books., 1968, 2.5, HQN. Very Good. 4.22 x 1.01 x 6.61 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2007. 384 pages. <br>Ex-cop Gina Ryan traded in her Smith & Wesson to f ollow adream. Now she's creating decadent desserts aboard a luxur ycruise ship in the Caribbean. But a gorgeous passenger isabout t o send her perfect world up in smoke.- Trace O'Halloran is a har d-edged navy SEAL, under strictorders to take some high seas R & R. There's a shipload ofwomen in bikinis eager to help him unwind , so why can'the take his mind off the stubborn pastry chefwith a n attitude the size of Montana? When a dangerous assassin from Trace's past appears,Gina and Trace must join forces to save the ship's guests.The clock's ticking, and they'll need every weapon at hand-from body armor to chocolate ganache! Editorial Reviews From Publishers Weekly It's The Six Million Dollar Man meets The Love Boat in this fifth addition to Skye's energetic Code Name s eries (following Code Name: Blondie). Fresh from a northern Afgha nistan war zone and worse for the wear, microchip-enhanced navy S EAL Trace O'Halloran has a new assignment guarding valuable human tissue samples aboard a luxury cruise ship en route to Mexico. T race, who'd rather be in a northern Afghanistan war zone, grimace s his way through boarding and the first uncomfortable meal befor e meeting pastry chef Gina Ryan, a rising industry star who gets her kicks creating and plating a thousand crème brûlées a night. Unfortunately, Ryan's nascent celebrity has netted her an enemy i n Blaine Richardson, the Cruella DeVille of beverage service. Whe n a villain from Trace's past resurfaces, things go from bad to d eadly. While the romance between Trace and Gina feels inevitable and uninspired, and the plot line barely plausible, it makes a fu n, antic read. Series fans will find what they came for, but newc omers will want to save themselves some confusion by starting at the beginning. (July) Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a d ivision of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. From Booklist Recuperating from a mission that almost cost him his life, Navy SEAL Trace O'Halloran, with his implanted special abilities shut off, is sent on a cruise ship to protect a shipment important to the secret genetic engineering program that has enhanced his natu ral powers. Gina Ryan, the ship's pastry chef, is no stranger to him, and even though his unit has pledged to forgo personal entan glements, he just can't stay away from her, especially after he d iscovers she is being sabotaged. One of the myriad appeals of Sky e's Code Name series is the seriously hunky Izzy Teague, technowi zard extraordinaire, and in this episode, some of his mysterious background is exposed. Cruz, the super villain, is back again and more diabolical than ever. Then there are dogs of the extrasmart variety, and a kitten who plays an important role. Skye is adept at writing an imaginative yet believable romance with endearing characters and an action-packed story. Tixier Herald, Diana Copy right © American Library Association. All rights reserved About the Author Christina Skye loves a good adventure. Living in Arizo na gives her plenty of room to practice target shooting and to tr ek off-road on her motorcycle, researching the details for storie s rich with snappy dialogue and an unerring ability to keep the n arrative energy high and the pacing swift (Publishers Weekly). Wi th over two million books in print, her novels appear regularly o n national bestseller lists. Visit her online at www.christinasky e. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Northern Afghanistan Winter DARKNESS. Wind and death. Trace O'Halloran didn't move. Cold dug under his Kevlar vest as he watc hed the rugged road below him. Something moved over the snow-dus ted ground near his feet. Another rat. Red eyes glowed in the fa int green light of his nightvision goggles. Only rats could survi ve in this godforsaken mountain pass in winter. It was Christmas Eve. Back in the States, families sang hymns and parents assembl ed dollhouses to surprise wideeyed children while snow fell in th e soft hush. But here on a rugged plateau in Afghanistan, the co ld was merciless and wind cut with icy fingers. Frostbite was una voidable if he didn't find shelter soon. But the mission came fir st. Trace leveled his gaze on the road three hundred feet below his hiding spot. He didn't think about the fresh wounds across hi s left wrist or the blood that darkened his forearm, courtesy of a difficult high altitude, low opening-HALO-jump. Abruptly he fe lt movements in the night. Leaning forward, he read a change in e nergy patterns. A three-truck convoy crawled through the darkness . Their Korean-made trucks were guarded by soldiers wielding Sovi et RPG-7 shoulder-launched missiles. An equal-opportunity war, h e thought grimly. And this was his target. The convoy carried co vert German communication technology extorted from a weapons desi gner based in Singapore. Not surprisingly, the man had disappeare d before he could reveal his blackmailer. In the hands of a train ed technician, the new device could track a massive quantity of U .S. communications. Through the application of mathematical predi ctive models, government assets could be located and areas of vul nerability tapped within minutes. In enemy hands the system could inflict catastrophic damage, and Trace's job was to see that the hardware never reached its destination. Truck lights carved the darkness. The convoy stopped with a screech of brakes. Agitated voices cut through the cold, still air. The men in the Korean tr ucks were ruthless and well trained. They would shoot anything su spicious on their trek to an isolated mountain stronghold sixty m iles to the north. But Trace didn't intend to be noticed until he was ready. As he glanced at his watch, his skin burned. Frostbit e was setting in. Ignoring his pain, the SEAL fingered a button on the device in his left pocket. Something moved down on the ro ad. The first truck pulled sideways and two soldiers jumped out. Arguing loudly, they pointed to a paper flapping in the bone-chil ling wind. Right on schedule, Trace thought. Nice to see technol ogy working right for once. His maneuver had lured them exactly w here he wanted them. Dark fur brushed his arm. Ears raised alert ly, a black Labrador retriever held his down position behind a ro ck, awaiting Trace's next order. The big dog had trained with Tra ce for months to prepare for this mission, and Trace sensed the d og's eagerness to go to work. Not yet, Duke. His hand settled o n the dog's head. The Lab watched every movement, waiting for the next touch command. As the wind keened over the rocky slope, Sa nta Fe and Christmas cheer were a universe away. Trace couldn't e ven remember his last Christmas at home. His last two leaves had been cut short because of security alerts. As part of a top-secre t government team, code-named Foxfire, Trace trained hard and kep t personal attachments next to nil. That was the price of admissi on for special operations work, but the conditions had never both ered Trace, not when the stakes were so high. Other people might call him a patriot. But for Trace the job boiled down to very pe rsonal terms-protecting family, friends and a way of life from en emies without honor or scruples. If doing his job meant taking a bullet, he was more than ready to pay that price with his own blo od. A silent alarm vibrated at his wrist. Showtime. Silently, he pulled a small box from his Kevlar vest. The dog sniffed, then gripped the box's metal handle between his teeth. When Trace tou ched the Lab's collar in a prearranged command, weeks of training kicked in. Duke skirted the rocks, turned and then headed for th e road below. Be safe, Trace thought. Stay low and move fast. He didn't have to project the commands. Duke would do exactly as tr ained. Trace leveled his scoped assault rifle and measured his t arget. A third hostile soldier jumped down, shouting at his teamm ates. Trace took out the nearest truck's tires and front windshie ld with a four-second burst. The insurgents scattered. Gunfire h ammered the air above Trace's head. His next volley drilled the m iddle truck's gas tank. Under the explosive flare of an orangered fireball, he jumped a boulder and dropped into a narrow wash tha t snaked toward the road. Hidden by walls of sand, he followed t he curve of the wash, a shadow swallowed by the greater darkness of the night. One short tap on a small transmitter alerted his ba ckup team that the encounter had begun. Now he had only minutes t o complete his objective and head for the extraction point. He s printed to the bottom of the wash and found the big package exact ly where he'd left it a day earlier, buried beneath a foot of san d. In seconds Trace had opened the hours. He rechecked the unifor m pockets, then hefted the dead weight over his shoulders. Hidde n by the mayhem of the explosion, he carried the along a second t rail barely visible in the light from the burning truck. If all w ent as planned, the insurgents would find the com using them. Eve rything they picked up from U.S. sources would be carefully const ructed disinformation. Trace wasn't crazy about using human rem ains for a mission, but their local allies had provided unidentif iable bodies of insurgents killed in a violent skirmish earlier t hat day. Now they were dressed and outfitted as American soldiers . Automatic weapons fire punched the air to his left, and a trac er round whined over his head. For every round he could see, Trac e knew there were three others invisible in the darkness. The SEA L followed the rocky slope away from his service dog, who bounded toward a nearby covered, he turned into the open and made a clum sy run toward the highest ridge, his movements calculated to draw maximum fire. The maneuver worked. Down the hill, dark shapes r aced toward him, rifles level. Kevlar was good, but it wouldn't stand up to repeated bursts from an AK-47. That's where the ceram ic plates in his vest took over. But a glancing blow hit him with deadly force and knocked him off his feet. Calculating the spee d of his pursuers, he primed a grenade and lobbed it over his sho ulder. Rocks shot up, clawing at his back and neck while gunfire burned near his face and tore through his glove. His excited purs uers clustered at the top of the slope below, shouting in delight when they saw Trace fall. A second burst of fire drilled up his arm, but he didn't move, feigning a fatal wound. His heart poun ded. Sweat streaked his face. Footsteps raced behind him. He ca lculated strike force, distance and probable accuracy as the wind howled over the rocks, and then his fingers closed around anothe r grenade. He yanked the pin and lobbed the deadly metal sphere h ard, generating a wall of noise that masked more enemy fire. The blast was deafening. Sand flew into his eyes and mouth. Another round tore through his right deltoid. Trace's vision blurred. Mo re shrapnel from enemy fire tore into his chest and neck. He stum bled and then plunged forward, the wind in his face as he hit the cold sand. A chopper crested the mountain, the whine from its en gines blessedly familiar. Another explosion ripped through the n ight, and the lead truck vanished in a red fireball. The big Lab had accomplished his mission, planting his C-4 charge under the last truck while the insurgents were distracted by Trace's clumsy run. Nice job, Duke. Pain raked Trace's chest. He stumbled as blood gushed thickly over his Kevlar vest, every muscle stiff, ev ery movement strained. Over his head the mountains seemed to dark en, blurred between cold wind and night sky. And then he died. < /div ., HQN, 2007, 3, Very Good. He may be young, only 22, but he has so much to say. In this riveting book, updated for this paperback edition to include a new chapter covering the 2009 season, MotoGP's brightest new star, Jorge Lorenzo, tells it straight, taking the reader straight to the emotions, conflicts and tensions at the heart of top-level motorcycle racing, as well as revealing intimate and thoughtful insight into his own journey to the top of his sport as team-mate to the great Valentino Rossi - and quite possibly a future holder of Rossi's World Champion crown. Everyone loves the non-conformists of sport and here is the personal story of a genuine maverick, told with honesty and charm., 3, -: Penguin Books, 2013. None. Paperback. Very Good. -. When Rob Hale wakes up in a hospital after a motorcycle crash, his first thought is for the gorgeous blonde, Lena, who was on the back of his bike. The doctors and police, however, insist that he was alone at the scene. The shock of the accident must have made him imagine Lena, especially since his description of her resembles his late sister, Laura.Convinced that Lena is as real as he is, Rob teams up with Rebecca Lewis, a London-based PI who has a mysterious connection to Laura - and learns that even a close-knit community like the Isle of Man can hide dangerous secrets that will not stay safe forever., Penguin Books, 2013, 3<
